Desharow Merman Chapter 26

Translator: Cheonsa

unedited

Chapter 26

The burning heat began to flare up gradually over time. The bed board that my back was resting on doesn't feel like a board for sleeping anymore, rather more like a heating oven. I felt the water within my body slowly evaporating bit by bit and my skins opened up with pores where smokes are coming out of them.

" Water…" I mumbled out weakly while half-conscious, however, my voice sounded hoarse and cracked due to my dry throat. I'm dying soon. This thought abruptly appeared amid my disorderly mind because I indeed felt this way. If no one were to find out, I might just be burning more severely. Maybe I won't die, but it will definitely cause some sort of damage to my nerves.

Trembling, I felt around the bed board underneath me, trying to get up, but my fingers too also felt extremely heavy, even the strength to lift them was not found.

My consciousness was struggling against the dizziness, but then it fell back into the darkness again, completely losing my ability to think. My body appears to be in a large whirlpool filled with boiling magma, sinking, sinking, sinking……

I don't know how long had passed, but the moment I thought the water molecules in my body were about to completely burn away, my arms were wrapped in coldness. I felt something soft and moist touched my forehead, brushing against the skin with extreme care and gentleness which help cool down my boiling head a bit. I have no patience to think about what it was and my eyelids were too heavy to be lifted. Like a milu that was seeking for water, I raised my head in desperation and readily captured the slippery tongue like thing and tried my best to suck as much moisture as I can from it.

Something covered gently over lips, but that didn't stop me from sucking on the thing that was in my mouth. The moisture content taken into my mouth contains a salty taste of seawater causing me to feel more parched than before. It made me stretched out my neck wanting to take in more.

All of a sudden, the strength placed on my lips increased and the soft thing in my mouth withdraw itself, but then after something was squeezed by some force, the thing extended back in.

There was a cool and moist liquid that bore a sweet smell flowed slowly into my mouth as the soft object pried open my lips and teeth as if feeding me. I gulp down like a hungry stranded person in a desert near death. My tongue touched the soft object which I found a small opening at the end when trailing up along it. Ah, this must be where the life saving sweet liquid came from. I assumed with my muddled mind. This quite quenches my thirst. I want more…

The strong instinctual longing forced me to squeeze out even a small ounce of strength to allow my hands to grope at the thing that was pressing on my head, and immediately my finger sank into a handful of wet threads.

My brain wasn't capable of distinguishing what it was, I could only grasp the thing tightly into my trembling hand and probe around where I felt a smooth and tightly curved object under the silky wet threads. I pressed down whatever I'm touching towards my body so that I can get the water in my mouth more easily.

The object came down further onto me, coming even closer. I felt a dark shadow casting over my face in front of me. A cool silk thread flowed down my hot neck like ice water, bringing me an unspeakable coolness and comfort. Naturally, I stretched out my hand and grab onto the pile of stranded thread and rubbed it against my chest and the pit of my stomach that was burning at the same time. I can't help but wishing for it to envelop my entire body.

But when I did that, I clearly felt something below my abdomen that was getting harder and harder and was slowly swelling upward making me feel uncomfortable even when being separated by layers of quilts. Involuntarily, I let out an unbearable hum, but yet I didn't have the energy nor am inclined to move away because I was fully enjoying immersing myself in this cool and relaxing feeling.

Then, my bedding was lifted up and in that split second, there appeared to be trails of heat flowing inside, I even felt my two legs being mix into the hot magma, becoming nonexistent. Only until a large slippery length forcing itself inside to lean next to me did my legs recover because of the cold temperature pasting onto my skin.

As if being drawn in by a magnetic field, my leg unwittingly wrapped around the body to get a larger area of contact.

I vaguely felt that it was a pair of taut and sturdy legs of a person.

It was hard to operate my brain right now to figure out who this person was and was also not in the mood to ponder whether it was male or female. Everything can be ignored when being tortured in the heat of a fever. Like a fragile young child looking for someone to rely on, I eagerly touched the person wanting to lean closer, immediately a strong pair of wet hands clasp onto my back bringing me into a firm and secure embrace. My head was pressed onto his chest whereas my cheeks were buried into the strands of wet threads on the chest.

The rapid and powerful beating of the heart in the person's chest hit my eardrum rhythmically which created a sense of security in my heart. The loneliness and the panic created by this tormenting sickness also disperse and because of it, I eagerly bring the person closer into my embrace.

Ah, quite a natural big refrigerator this body is….

I was literally sticking my whole self onto this person but felt that the clothes on my body was uncomfortable and was nothing but a hindrance. I can't help but trail my hands down to pull the clothes upward from its hemline. The arm hooped around my waist help me lift my coat without delay and pushed it to my back where its rough action tore it apart into two pieces before going to peel off my trouser. Finally, I was able to embrace the natural refrigerator in a naked way.

The large ice-cold area infiltrated through every piece of my flesh and bone and I felt my body that was once covered in chapped cracks was gradually healing at this moment. My whole self felt so comfortable enough for me to just fall asleep, however, the huge, hard object below my abdomen actually became the biggest obstacle that hindered me from sleeping. I couldn't help but fidget around, pushing and twisting carelessly, until a deep and low groan sounded next to my ear and my waist was immediately stopped by a palm, leaving me unable to move.

I don't have much energy to compete against the force, so I continue to lay quietly in submission and the thing below me doesn't seem to move anymore anyway. I couldn't really resist the heavy sleepiness also and so I slowly adapted to its existence.

When I was on the verge of entering a deep sleep, I felt my body being flipped over while still in the embrace. The cold human body now padded beneath me, was like a soothing water bed, although the hardness below was still a bit unbearable, I still lay softly on top and slowly enter dreamland.

In my dream, I appear to be lying on a small boat that was bumping against the small waves frequently while being carried freely by the wind. I vaguely felt a foreign object below my abdomen, caressing my belly in a not so gentle nor hurtful way and this action had continued until I fully submerged into a deep sleep.

When I regained my awareness again, I was awakened by strange movements on my calves. Something cold and slippery was coiled around one of my ankles, the stroking of my calves was inconsistent, stirring up some annoying itch. Under such harassment and disturbance, I finally break away from the heavy drowsiness and opened my puffy eyes.

In front of me was a cluster of dark silver hair, and under was a large solid chest of a man which of an ancient porcelain color, whereas my face was buried into the cob-web like hairs. I pull them away from my face in bewilderment and raised my eyes to look up ad was caught looking into a pair of dark eyes filled under the shadow of its eyelashes. It was looking at me with laziness and contentment

My brain ranged loudly as if it had suffered from an explosion and I lay there frozen in place.

———Agares was on my bed. I, on the other hand, was naked, not even wearing underwear, and laying diligently on his body.

"Desharow…you…are… awake…"

He opened his mouth, his throat vibrated, which a low murmur came rumbling out.

No, no, how could this beast… be in my room?! What happened last night, don't tell me I've been ….!

I woke up with a start and immediately jumped away from him, but I never expected one of my calves to be entangled with the fishtail. My head ended up having an intimate contact with the ship cabin's low ceiling before I flop back onto Agares's body like a trout.

His body was extremely slippery. Out of fear, I tried to use both my legs and hand to push myself up however it was like rowing a boat through a muddy swamp. Not only was I not able to get up, with my hands slipping, my legs sliding, but my abdomen also ended up rubbing several times against the dormant giant. When I finally reacted to what I was doing, I clearly felt that the big thing enclosed behind the scale was stirring restlessly, ready to pop out anytime.

Agares on the other hand merely propped himself up with one arm, looking as calm and unruffled as ever. He looked at me, clearly enjoying my shocked and embarrassed reaction with his eyes squinted up from smiling. The merman even deliberately stuck out his abdomen making his fishtail bent more under my body which lifted my buttock. This feels as if my butt was being sexually harassed by a gay sex demon.

I was so scared that I rolled to the ground directly from the bed, only by covering my mouth did I stop myself from screaming. I can't shout, I can't let the people on the boat see me and this beast live in the same room while naked!

However, this creature must not be allowed to stay in my room like this, otherwise…..

I leaned back against the door panel, drag the nearest chair whereas the end 4 legs of the chair were pointing directly at Agares. I used my other hand to point at the window (that might be the entrance where he got in), and whispered through my teeth, "Get out! Or else I'll call them in immediately. I don't think you want another taste of bullets again!"

Agares casually raised an eyebrow and glanced towards the direction of the window indifferently. He seems to be contemplating on what I was trying to express as he lifted his fingers and drew a gesture of holding a gun, and with a sinister expression on his face while looking at me, he shook his head. Like an old ruffian without a bottom line getting away with deceiving, his mouth opened wider in which a chuckle came out.

This is my first time hearing such nefarious and evil laughter because it sounded exactly like a laughter made by a person that has a heart full of nothing but terrible scheming and deceitfulness yet doesn't want to be exposed. Just hearing it made my skull turn numb.

This action possibly means for him to express that bullets can't do anything to him.

Using human laws to compete with wild beasts was absolutely an absurd matter, but in fact, I feel that I can't even outwit Agares at all.

The bottom of my heart burst in fear, but on the surface, I gnashed my teeth and scolded, "Stop being so smug you animal. This time it will be a real shot with a real bullet!"

"No……" Agares suddenly retracted his smile, curled up his tail, and climbed down from the bed. I firmly grab hold of the chair in my hand, using it to protect my body like a shield, yet couldn't resist against the strong force of Agares's arm. He had grabbed one of the legs of the chair and easily hurled it aside.

I leaned closer against the door panel but was shackled between Agares's arms. Heavy breathing was heard from one side of my ear, followed by the strong and thick male hormonal smell, "Desharow…call me Agares…I am your Agares…"

I turned my head aside in shame, finally understanding the meaning behind this merfolk word. This is the same phrase as the word gerund in English. This word can represents courtship, but also signify mate(or spouse, cough cough). Letting me call him Agares directly was basically no difference in responding to his courtship in disguise! This is ridiculous, what happened back at the laboratory, I would never let it happen again, even if I die!

"Absolutely…Not!" I squeezed the syllable through my clenched teeth. My cheek flushes up in heat, but all of a sudden, Agares stretched out a hand and covered my mouth. He leaned towards my ear and in a slow painstakingly way, he spoke in Russian syllables with gloominess, "You… yesterday… took the initiative … kiss me…"

As if I had been shocked by an electric shock, the vague feeling of last night flooded my mind, and I nearly fainted from embarrassment. At this time, someone outside the cabin suddenly called out:

"Look! Quickly come over here! That's a rescue boat!"

This is the Chinese deer:

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Sorry guys, I tried to edit this chapter the best I could, but don't think my editing skill is up too par.